Chapter 6 – Chapter 6
In the morning, Alo walked out to the corral, where the hunting party was forming. It was only to be him and two of the men from the earlier hunt, two of the younger, more muscular men, Charlie and Joe.
Hal was there, bringing out the horses. He was avoiding making eye contact with Alo. First out was a horse for Alo. Their hands touched as Hal turned over the reins, and a chill went up Alo's spine, but still Hal didn't look into his eyes.
Next out were horses for Charlie and Joe. Then two pack horse. And finally, as the men were mounting, out came Hal, with a horse for him and another pack horse.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked.
"I'm going too. Boss' orders," Hal answered. He didn't meet the eyes of any of the three, though. Alo knew he was lying about that.
As they moved up into the mountains and Charlie and Joe began to concentrate on the hunting, Hal rode close to Alo and whispered, "Any time on this trip you want to cut and run, just come to me. I won't be far off. I won't intervene as long as you want what is happening. But you still have choices. We can be over the Tetons and on our way up to Montana before anyone knows the wiser."
Alo didn't answer, but something inside him fluttered, and he began to work his brain. It was not until now that he really focused on what Hal had said last night – that he loved him. That if it was a big cock he wanted, Hal had one too. One that wouldn't split him apart.
Why was he dwelling on the size of the cock, though? When he knew he had wanted Edward, he had no idea what size his cock was. He wanted him and Edward only wasn't taking advantage of his vulnerability in this because he did have a killer cock and knew that virginal Alo couldn't accommodate it. So Edward cared for him. But Edward had never said he loved him. He only said he wanted to fuck him. And Edward had been fucking his father – and probably caused his father's suicide.
Alo didn't have time to think further on that, though, as Charlie and Joe called out that they had a track on an elk, and all four men were riding off in search of the sport of the kill.
That evening, by the campfire, Alo found out who else was meant to provide sport.
As with the previous outing, Alo was on his back on the ground, the small of his back running up the side of a saddle on the ground, his right leg running up Charlie's beefy naked torso and Charlie holding his left leg spread out from his body. Charlie was crouched over him, fucking him in long strokes.
When it seemed that Charlie was about to come, though, he pulled out of Alo, with a laugh, and rose to his feet. He had an arm under Alo's waist and pulled him up as well. He carried Alo to the other side of the campfire, where Joe was stretched out, on his back, naked, with his head propped up on another saddle on the ground. Joe lifted and spread his arms, as Charlie lowered Alo on top of him. Joe embraced Alo's chest as Alo was lowered on top of him, facing up. Joe also moved his thighs between Alo's and spread them, spreading and raising Alo's legs. Charlie reached in and helped Joe's cock find and then enter, deep, Alo's channel.
Charlie crouched between Alo's raised and spread legs, and as Alo exclaimed in surprise and began to pant heavily, Charlie forced his cock into his channel above Joe's already embedded cock.
Alo began to writhe but found that that only made the feel of the two cocks inside him feel even tighter, so he did what he could to relax.
"Easy, guy," Charlie muttered. "Such a sweet ass. This is to help you. Boss' orders. You have to take the cock of that writer guy, Deal. Have you seen his cock? Our two don't equal it. But we'll help you take him. Two nights, three times a night should help open you more for him."
Joe started to pump his cock while Charlie just worked to hold steady inside. When Joe had ejaculated, Charlie started pumping to his own ejaculation.
Alo felt full, but he was able to take them – so he knew Charlie was right. That Edward's cock was bigger yet than the two of them.
He looked over in the shadows, where Hal was standing, his own oversized cock out and being stroked. The way he was standing and looking hard at Alo gave Alo the impression that he wasn't doing it to get off on what Charlie and Joe were doing to him but that he was trying to connect with Alo, showing him again the option he had for Alo.
Keeping his eyes on Hal, Alo reached for and encased his own cock, and when he came, it was for Hal.
Later, the two took Alo standing, Alo sandwiched between them, his legs hooked on Joe's hips as, crouching, Charlie fucked him from behind and Joe fucked him from in front. Again, off in the shadows, Hal was standing, ready to intervene at any moment Alo wanted, connecting with him as closely as he could.
The two men were big, but together they weren't as big as Edward. And the two cocks were stretching him, wearing him out. He wasn't sure he could take this a third time in a day. Even twice was a chore. Edward was bigger, quite a bit bigger. And he'd fuck Alo twice a day – mercilessly. He said so. He'd even driven Alo's father to suicide.
The next morning, When Charlie and Joe stumbled out of their tent, expecting Hal to have boiled the morning coffee, the campfire was out, barely smoking, and both Alo and Hal were gone, already far up into the Tetons about to drop down on the eastern side of the mountains and then to travel north into Montana.